Welcome to New Jersey

Frank’s POV:

Welcome to New Jersey… The sign said as we enter the state. I hated the fact that I was gonna be a new student in a new school in a new fucking state for my senior year. I fell asleep for the rest of the ride.

I woke up and we entered our new house it was white. Lovely I just hope my room wasn't white.. I spoke too soon, it was. “Well fuck, this is gotta go. I want it black as my soul”. I chucked a little. I cracked the window so I could smoke a little before packing my boxes.

The next day I had to start school. “Fuck me..” I sighed. I went to bed that night hoping things will be better…

6 a.m came way too fast. I wasn't too pleased with going to a new school. I took a quick shower, and put on the dumb school uniform. I started making coffee and some toast. I sat at the kitchen table smoking and waiting for my coffee to be done. The one good thing about my mom is that she don't care that i smoke..

I sipped my coffee as I walked to the new school, while listening to some unknown punk band because i was a mother fucking bad ass who doesn't give two shits about anything. I was gonna be that hot rebel kid which every girl in school will wanna fuck.

The hollow halls of the fancy prep school my parents put me up in. “Fuck me..” I signed as I took of sip of black coffee.

“Everyone looks so rich and snooty.. No one here looks cool.” I said a little too loud. “Hey Fag take a look you’re one of us rich prep school kids, don't think that you're so special!” Some jock yelled at while throwing a football at me.

I just walked away, it wasnt worth getting in a fight over. “Hmm the only good thing is this school is like college and that i'm able to be an Art major and take tons of art classes.” I thought as i walked through the hallway to get to my first class photography with Mr. Fred. The class sounded pretty cool we take pictures to get a grade..Cool.

The first day was just explaining how the black and white film camera works and we got our first project take pictures of what makes us happy. Hmm what makes me happy? I thought to myself. Cats, Candy, Horror Movies.

I walked out of the classroom to my next class drawing. I looked at all of the rich snooty people. I have a feeling I'm not going to make any friends here. I said too soon as I saw a group of 4 cool looking guys heading into the same art class. This might be cool.

I sat in the table in the corner, the 4 guys sat at the table I was at.
“Hey you’re new right?” The guy with long black hair said poking at me.
“Yeah, my names Frank, what’s your guys names?” I said pointing to all of them.
The guy with long hair was name Gerard Way and the kid with longish brown hair was his younger brother Mikey. The guy with the big fro was name Ray and the guy with blonde hair was named Bob.

“So Frank what’s your story, Why did you move here?” Mikey asked.
“Um well Its quite the long story I’ll tell you when I know you better it's kinda personal.” I said as I started drawing on the blank white sheet of paper we had. I started drawing a black angel.
We just sat and talked about how music wasn't the same anymore, and that there aren't any good Emo bands anymore. It was pretty cool meeting theses guys they asked me to sit with them at lunch.

I walked home that day thinking today really didn't suck that much as I thought it would.. I just hope that things will be better at home.

Notes

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